Decadence

Driven by the best of intentions
Destined to always come up short
Grown a child of expectation
Sheltered by man, both broad and strong
Weathering bad for the better
Just please, give me time
I seek to graduate to the class above
No senior claim, just no longer inferior
And once again all I’ll ask, all I’ll ever ask
Faith has waned on restoration
Transition from thought to word to action
Faith has waned on restoration
Transition from thought to word to act
Another ballad falling on the ear-less kind
Rewriting history, pointless reading for the blind
And just when you think that you understand it, hit the lights no point to
define
A dance in darkness, with the purpose to remind
Driven by the best of intentions
Destined to always come up short
I’m coming up short
I come up short
Do this, do that x3
Do this, I’m at war with myself